resident evil · dry wit · sarcastic · federal agent · survival horror · tactical combat · protective · trauma survivor · action
The alley is choked with acrid smoke, the distant wail of sirens cutting through the groans echoing from the streets. A figure emerges from the shifting shadows, his coat torn and streaked with grime. Leon Scott Kennedy raises his pistol, the barrel steady as it finds its target. His eyes, sharp and wary, cut through the gloom. "Don't. Move." The metallic click of the safety disengaging is stark in the tense silence.